When I eat good, I feel good. When I eat poor, I feel poor. Why do I put myself in situations like that just for a small window of instant gratification? Every time I think about my relationship to food, I think of that one Weight Watchers commercial a few years back. Hilarious, yet so... Continue Reading →
Living in Fear
or fearfully living? . . . Ever since my "recent", not so new news or rather . . .diagnose(s), I hit a new level of anxiety. I knew that I will be living in chronic pain for the rest of my life, but Cervical Spine Degeneration Arthritis just tipped me over the edge. Pain is a... Continue Reading →
Life as I Know it
A never-ending cycle that exists as I believe it does. Although the mind a very sensitive place, can be the most important key to point you in the right direction. A clear mind is the best mind. It’s a peace of mind. The beauty within. It strengthens you. Empowers you. Guides you in the direction... Continue Reading →
Pain is my Savior
I guess you can say I’m the girl with the love - hate relationship with the big P. It’s always been my guardian angel . . . a fucking messed up one, in my opinion. Oh, it’s saved me from being quadriplegic and actually, it saved me from a few potential deaths throughout my 26... Continue Reading →
But, Hey! At least, you’re not paralyzed
Time and time again I've gotten my hopes up for the day that pain will no longer be an issue in my life. Maybe something is terribly wrong with me, fingers crossed for some mild, curable brain disease! Because at least with that... it can be fixed. A year ago, I was about 80% aware and... Continue Reading →
好久不见- Long time no see
It’s been a while and I’m just about running out of excuses. It’s time to take away the obligation and guilt of having the worst procrastination in the world of not being something or someone by now. I’m focusing on me for a change. I don’t want to spend my life proving myself to the... Continue Reading →
Lord, hear me.
There's no place to hide. Running isn't an option. The plate is fully loaded. Too much weight to carry. I can't deal. My mess, My individual pain, My own problems are pushed. I cannot take it anymore. It's not about me. Be brave. Be strong. Be stable. Weakening, that I am. I've got too much on my plate.... Continue Reading →
Story Time: About a Girl, Part 3
PART ONE & PART TWO why me.......... why me? Sitting in my room with the door closed. Staring down at a piece of paper with questions and blank spaces and a mechanical pencil at hand. Looking through the book for answers. I hate this. The pain increases by the minute. why must I suffer? Sharpness... Continue Reading →
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